This beautiful shot almost scarily reminds me of the sight I was confronted with after my strapping young black buddy had, right beside me on our bed, fucked the brains and about half of his cum-load out of my ex-wife on their torrid wedding-night several years ago.
However—not to be too much of a wet blanket about this—in my opinion the “proper ending” came only after I’d gone sloppy-seconds with her.
The feeling of her orgasmically-contracting twice-fucked over-filled vagina on my cock was one of such warmth and divinely soothing seminal slipperiness that I thought I’d died and gone to Sex Heaven.
My spunk-dru nk reverie was rudely interrupted by the bridegroom pointing out to me that my time of being Best Man had expired and that he needed me to withdraw my cock from his wife so he could resume fucking her.
Which I did and he did straightaway.
In his rampant haste my buddy forgot to take the souvenir shot I wanted of our stirred-together spunk pouring from his beautifully sated bride’s fucked-open vagina. I’ve been struggling to overcome my disappointment over that ever since.
Was that—by any stretch of an ex-husband‘s imagination—a “proper ending” ending to the wedding night of my buddy and my ex?
Speaking for myself, I don’t think it was. But then I was merely my beautiful buddy’s Best Man.